proudly sitting <br />fear dosen't show <br />for fate that will follow <br />it dosent know. <br />when you slice it <br />and dice it <br />the juice spurts out, <br />satisfactory sound spills <br />from the killers mouth. <br /> <br />The knife tastes sweet<br /><br />.Pd. is here<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sliced-by-knife/
